Is there something wrong with this man?

In the middle of the night, I came over to invite people to the trade fair of Rauschzi!

Can't you come during the day? Do you have to come at night?

Looking at the gilded invitation he handed over, I took it easily.

I said, "Thank you for the invitation from the firm, if there is time, it will pass." ”

The two middle-aged men saluted me slightly, then turned and left.

Back at the front desk, I looked at the gilded invitation in my hand and hesitated.

Before leaving, the boss told me to keep a low profile. After all, there are indeed a lot of people provoked by funeral homes recently.

Needless to say, the three brothers of the Chang family in Taihang Mountain alone are enough for us to drink a pot of Yu Bushun and the dead old lady in the northwest of Jinxi.

The boss burned someone's corpse and lost their face, and the other party didn't move for the past two days, so he might be holding back some energy.

I casually dropped the invitation in the drawer, ready to open my phone and watch a movie.

I'm still watching zombie movies.

Lin Zhengying's old-timers held copper coin swords, and the zombies they beat screamed, jumping up and down, not to mention, it was really cool.

Just as I was looking at it, suddenly the phone on the desk rang again.

I turned the phone into hand, and a familiar voice immediately came from the other side: "Hello, is it Mr. Zhang Sanfen?" ”

"That's right, we have a party here, it's dedicated to the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan, and I want to invite you to ......"

The same tone, the same words, the same time.

At that moment, all the hair on my body exploded.

So I patiently said, "Who are you?" ”

The tone on the other side was still humble: "You're not Mr. Zhang Sanfen, are you?" I'm sorry, but I'm just inviting Mr. Zhang Sanfen......"

I said impatiently, "I'm the night shift manager of Nanshan Funeral Home!" You call here, and I'll answer it! ”

"Either you call his private number directly! Or just tell me who you are! ”

Grandma, can't cure you anymore?

The second time you called, the boss asked you to leave a phone number in good conscience. It turned out to be wrong.

And now it's back!

And it's exactly the same words! It seems that he forgot all about the phone call with his boss before!

Thinking of this, my body instantly stirred.

Damn, it can't really be a ghost call, right?

As soon as this thought came to me, the other party seemed to sense my emotions and hung up the phone with a snap.

I listened to the busy tone on the phone, and I couldn't react for a while.

I've heard of ghost calls. It seems that after someone dies, the phone number that I remember most clearly will keep calling.

After the call, only one sentence, or part of the sentence, will be repeated.

Sometimes I have normal conversations.

However, ghost phones are affected by radio waves, and there are often bad signals and intermittent situations, and there are often situations on the other end of the phone that do not answer the questions.

It's rare to see a ghost phone call like this that is so clear that you can talk to yourself.

I was thinking about it when suddenly the phone on the desk rang again.

I hesitated, but took the phone, ready to hear what the other person had to say.

Anyway, the ghost calls to scare people, and it won't bite you through the phone line, so I'm afraid of a hair.

As a result, after the phone was connected, Zhang Sanfen's voice came from the other side, and he said quickly: "Lao He! ”

I stopped slightly and said, "I'm here!" Boss! ”

Zhang Sanfen's voice was extremely serious: "Unplug the phone line of this phone later!" There's a problem with that phone! ”

I was stunned for a moment and said, "Boss, that person called again just now......"

Zhang Sanfen cursed in a low voice and said; "I see! Don't worry, I'll try to solve the problem here! ”

As he said this, I suddenly heard another man's voice on the other end of the phone; "Zhang San! Found Song Jong's phone! ”

"Come and have a look!"

Zhang Sanfen agreed, and said quickly: "Lao He, listen to me!" There is a problem with the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan, and that ghost call was made by Song Zhong, the corpse keeper in southern Yunnan! ”

"But he died a few days ago!"

"I don't know why he called over and over again, but it's not good anyway! Before I go back, you unplug the phone line from your landline. ”

I quickly said, "Yes!" Boss! ”

"How's it going over there? Do you want me to help? ”

Before Zhang Sanfen could speak, a woman's voice came from the other end of the phone; "Zhang San! Found the third spell! ”

"Zhang San! It's more serious than you think! The spell of the little cursed corpse in the west of Sichuan has begun to spread! ”

Zhang Sanfen cursed very ungracefully, and he said quickly: "Sister Ling, cover the spell with purple cinnabar!" Don't let the spell change again! ”

"In addition, find a way to tell the official family the news here, just a few of us, I'm afraid there will be deaths!"

The person known as Sister Ling agreed, and then there was no movement.

Zhang Sanfen said again into the phone: "Lao He, I really need your help!" ”

"I need three things. One is called corpse repair wood, the color is pitch black, there is no impurities, and the specific shape is written in the night shift management manual! ”

"The second type is called ghost tears, which is somewhat similar to pearls, which are not ghost tears, but a mineral. And there are a lot of fake things, when you distinguish them, you touch them with the Demon Thorn, as long as the ghost tears will glow, it will be true! ”

"The third type is called corpse eaters, which are rare, and I am afraid that they can only be found at trade fairs or auctions. If you can find it, you can find it, and if you can't find it, forget it, I'll figure it out myself! ”

"By the way, there are bank cards in the drawers of the duty room, you definitely need money to buy these things, just go through the public account. The password is written on the card! ”

I opened the drawer with my hand, and sure enough, it was an ICBC wealth management gold card.

The card is signed and there are six Arabic numerals.

I smacked my tongue secretly.

The boss is really interesting, the password is written on the bank card.

If someone picks it up, wouldn't it be a matter of minutes to take his money?

Just as he was thinking about it, Sister Ling's voice came again: "Zhang San! Hurry up! We found Song Jong's body! Oh, my God! What the hell is going on? ”

Zhang Sanfen said quickly: "That's it! Remember to unplug the phone line! ”

"I'll contact you if there's anything!"

I quickly asked, "Hey! Boss! When do you want these three things? Do you want me to send it over? ”

Zhang Sanfen replied very quickly: "Just find it tomorrow night!" I'll call you again then! ”

"That's all! Hung up! ”

I heard a busy tone on the other end of the phone, and my heart pounded.

The little cursed corpse in western Sichuan must be extremely difficult to deal with! Otherwise, the boss wouldn't have asked me for help in such a hurry.

And he didn't do it alone, it seems that he had two helpers.

The person who can help with the boss is not a simple role.